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[purities]

[hi. don't mind mizu. just having a tiny crisis over here!

reaches forward with one hand and recoils again, as if having made contact with something neither of them can see.]

... What...?

[trifocal]

[ oh... hm. she thought maybe mizu just stumbled, but now eupha's standing up and wondering if something more is going on. ]

Has something happened?

[purities]

[glancing at her, before turning back to this invisible wall. what the fuck.]

There's something there. Do you see anything?

[trifocal]

[ looking troubled at that. ] No... I...

... Are you certain?

[ she comes over, slowing as she nears mizu, holding out a hand... until it touches something solid. she gasps and pulls her hand back in surprise. ]

[purities]

[welcome to the tingle mingle]

So you feel it, too.

[trifocal]

Yes... [ well, the tingly spot didn't like, burn her hand off, so she tries touching it again, feeling around it. ]

It's like a solid wall... This must be magic. Even though I cannot sense anything...

[purities]

[ugh... mizu looks doubly annoyed when she brings up magic. like, yes, it must be. but also--]

Is all magic usually this much of a nuisance?

[trifocal]

No, not usually.